Chapter 4 — Living With A Socially Afraid Billionaire

Unexpectedly, he discovered it a while later. My account's followers increased rapidly. Comments and private messages in the platform exploded. Comment: "Ha ha, this kid is also stubborn, today he is determined to spend all that money, he has already bought push ads for all of the blogger's videos." I can only laugh bitterly. This piece of shit. Spent all the money. What if I freeze to death in my room? There was no other way, I spent my own money to buy some thick blankets to leave in front of the door for him. Sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. I saw the door that was always closed slightly open a small crack. A hand secretly reached out, touched here, touched there. Finally grabbed the corner of the blanket. I pulled and pulled for a while before I was able to drag it into the room. Why does it suddenly feel... a little cute? I laughed softly. Maybe the room was too quiet. My laughter is a bit too obvious. The other hand paused for a moment, then, as if embarrassed, quickly withdrew it. With a "bang" the door closed. Comment: "Huh, why does it feel like he closed the door slower this time than before?" "Not only that, before it was a loud 'bang', now it's as light as if it's disturbing the blogger." “Ha ha ha, why does it feel like a strange stray dog has finally been adopted and started wagging its tail to please the blogger?” The final exam is coming very quickly. I don't have the heart to livestream anymore. Every day, I wake up early and stay late at night to write my thesis and review. Sometimes when I have some free time, I make a big video and post it on my account. Suddenly a professor announced that there would be a class test tomorrow, accounting for 80% of the final grade. This subject is extremely difficult, and the study time is not enough. It scared me so much that I immediately put on my backpack, grabbed my laptop and ran straight to the library. Studying until the world is dizzy, eating, sleeping, and giving up everything. Until I entered the exam room, I was not distracted at all. The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I just felt like my soul was gone. While his head was dizzy on the table, a comment suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: "Finally, the exam is over, we don't dare to bother you." “Afraid it will affect your studying.” I widened my eyes and immediately sat up from the table. These damn comments! When I was scratching my head because I encountered a difficult question, where did I go? Now you even act kind! The commenter seemed to see my anger and explained: "We cannot post content related to exams." Oh, that's it then. I collapsed on the table again, just about to close my eyes. The commenter said: "Don't sleep anymore, sister, do you still remember the crown prince of the Kinh family by Dai Minh lake?" I immediately jumped up in surprise. It's gone. For the past two days, I've only been worrying about studying for exams, and I've completely forgotten about him. Comment: "He's been miserable these past two days. He was so hungry that he had to eat expired canned herring. After eating, he had a stomach ache all night and had to stay in the bathroom." “After that, like a poor little dog, lying in front of the door waiting for its owner to return.” "As a result, I waited forever and didn't see him. I thought I didn't need him anymore, criticized him for being a bother, thought he was a burden, and sat there crying every day." "Then I had a flash of intelligence and remembered that you didn't bring any clothes with you, so you definitely didn't have to clean your room and leave. But you kept thinking about it and didn't come back, afraid something would happen to you. Now I'm going all over the street looking for you." “Oh my God, go out there, you know what it's like for someone who's afraid of society How long does it take to prepare mentally? The five meters he walked took nearly two hours! Of course, it could also be because I was wrapped in a thick blanket and couldn't see the road." "He was also bullied by some teenagers on the side of the road who kicked him to the ground, but he didn't dare say a word." “Oh my god, how can someone be so cowardly!” “Hurry up and drag him home, we can't stand looking at him anymore.” I quickly picked up my backpack and ran straight home. Finally found him in a park 300 meters from home. At that time, he was wearing a wool blanket, lying face down on a bench in the park, crying. His shoulders were shaking, his head was completely covered, not revealing anything. I was really afraid that he would just cry and faint. I quickly ran over and gently patted his shoulder: "Hey, hello hello, I'm your roommate, do you remember me?" Actually, I was a little worried, afraid he wouldn't recognize me. After all, we have never met face to face, no one knows each other. Just based on his roommate status, would he believe it? After all, he was always very cautious. As a result, my words just ended. The boy in front of me seemed to recognize my voice and immediately stopped crying. Tilting his head to look at me, he actually covered it very carefully. Only one eye was visible on the whole face, but that still couldn't hide its beauty. The eyelashes were very long, still holding unshed tears, trembling slightly and wetly. Made me suddenly suffocate. As soon as he confirmed it was me, Luc Du Phong immediately felt extremely frustrated and rushed to my leg to hug me tightly. This scene made me a bit flustered. Oh my, tell me. Only showing one eye so how can you see the road? But I know, this is all the courage he has gathered. A person with severe social anxiety, not stepping out the door for a whole year, but going out to find his roommate whose life or death is unknown is truly a miracle. I couldn't stand being touched, so I bent down to comfort her: "I'm sorry, I was so worried about studying for the exam that I forgot about you these past two days." “I will definitely make it up to you today, I will make a big party for you!” The boy immediately raised his head with bright eyes and nodded. So I walked in front, he followed behind. But go very slowly. Occasionally I walked a little faster, opening up the distance, and he quickly ran after me. But because he only showed one eye, he bowed his head and shrank his neck. In the blink of an eye, there was a "pop" and the sound of hitting the electric pole. I ran back in panic, squatted down in front of him, trying to see if he was injured: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm sorry, I went too fast." He didn't dodge, letting me lift his hair to check. Seeing that there was no swelling, I breathed a sigh of relief. Luc Du Phong stubbornly stood up and intended to continue.